This chapter is dedicated to BOTH Peach-chan and Ryu-chan. HA! What now?!(I need more people to dedicate to... =_=;)
Anwar: This is chapter twelve. Please enjoy.
It is brought to you by the letter A and the number 12.
Anwar: o_O ....What?
xDDDDDDD Ahahahahahahaha! Sorry, I've been in a bad mood all day, I needed to say something stupid to try and change things a bit.
Anwar: er...okay, onto the chapter... you need help
I know. :D
Anwar watched the sun rise from his perch on the fence. He was in the same spot as usual – he had never bothered to get a room to stay in. The outdoors was comfortable enough for him for now. After all, it never got freezing cold at night like it did in the desert, so he had no need of a shelter. No, at night he simply sat with his back to the wall or the fence and let his eyes drift close. If conditions got bad, there was always the supposedly abandoned house at the end of the street too.
However, this morning, as he watched the rising mass of fire light the sky with pastels of orange, pink, and red, his mind was on something else.
He had followed through with his current choice of thought.
The desert boy had gone to Lieal's home and told her he loved her. If what she had explained to him was correct, then he was sure that he had used the right words. However, he had told her while she was half-asleep. There was little to no chance she would remember – and even if she did, the chances were very high that she would think it all to be a dream.
What would he do then?
Anwar felt his newly recovered heart constrict. What would he do if Lieal believed his confession to be no more than some feeble scene thought up by the creative depths of her mind? He had come to care deeply for this girl, to have her think his visit the previous night was just a figment of her imagination would hurt him more than any blade could.
Then he supposed there was no choice.
He would pretend nothing happened. He would make her believe it was all just a figment of her imagination. He would do this on purpose to protect the heart the yearned for her. If he made her think it was false, then it wouldn't hurt him so much. Anwar would have time then. Time to work up the courage to tell her to her face – when she was awake and smiling like usual. He would tell her his feelings, and the next time she wouldn't have a fleeting thought that it was a dream.
Then he would face the truth.
After that, his fate with her was in Lieal's hands. She would either accept him, or reject his professed love and leave him to lose his heart once more to the voices of the sword strapped to his back.
Since he had started thinking of her so frequently, he had barely noticed the voices. He hadn't heard their whispers calling him, trying to pull him back into the person he had once been before this girl had changed everything for him. But now that he had thought of it – even for just that second – he could hear them again. They called to him in alluring tones, trying to pull him inside, make him into the empty shell he had once been. The voices circled around him, invading every crevice of his mind, probing for a weak spot, looking for their way in.
But there was no longer room for them.
"Anwar!"
The boy snapped out of his trance, his eyes lifting from the rising sun to the girl running his way. A smile was plastered on her face, making his heart jump. Maybe she thought his words to be real after all.
This was his one shot – to make her think it was a dream, and gain the chance to try again and get it right.
He fought with the smile that begged to surface. Smiles weren't his normal wear, but when she was around, he found that he wanted to try more. "Ah ha," Anwar couldn't keep the happy tone from his voice. He was pleased to see her, he knew that, and she knew that.
"Good morning," she said with a smile, "What are you up to?"
Watching the sunrise… "Nothing really," Anwar replied instead, "Just…thinking, observing. There are still many things I have yet to understand."
The smile on Lieal's face faltered a bit, as if she had expected something different. "Oh, well, is…is there anything you need help understanding?"
The desert boy shook his head, "No, thank you though."
"Alright then," she replied, "Well, I – uh – I have to go visit Fana again this morning before I go see Duran. I'll stop by later, okay?" With that, Anwar watched the girl turn and jog off towards her friend's abode.
I love you… He wanted to have told her so badly. The words still echoed around in his mind from the previous night. She had called the right name, which only encouraged him more. It meant that he had a chance. It meant that she thought of him too – even if it wasn't as much as he thought of her. You deserve better than what I did last night, and you'll get better than a coward's confession…
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"I guess it was only a dream," Lieal muttered, sitting on the end of Fana's bed, gazing out the window at the desert boy. "I mean, I could have sworn it was real, but this morning…when I went and talked to him… I dunno, I'm probably just making up crazy things in my sleep."
"But that means you like him, don't you?" Fana questioned. She had listened to Lieal tell about her dream where the boy, Anwar, confessed he loved her. In her hands she held a stuffed bear and a needle and thread. She was sewing its arm on as she spoke with her friend, trying to think of things she had read in books about these kinds of situations. "You said he was really distant when you first met him, didn't you?"
Lieal nodded, "I did. It took me forever just to get him to say a single sentence to me, and even then he was really cold when he spoke."
Fana nodded as she poked the needle through the fabric, "And now what is he like?"
"Well…" Lieal paused to pick her words carefully, "He seems happy whenever I come by. Like, he'll be staring off into the distance with a blank look on his face, but when he notices me there he almost smiles – or at least I think so. He asks me questions sometimes too."
"What was the last question he asked you?" the brunette questioned, pausing in her sewing.
The book wielder felt her face heat with a blush as she pulled her eyes from the window, "He…asked me why guys and girls paired off with each other…so I had to explain to him what love was…basically…"
Fana couldn't help but smile and return to her work. Yes, her friend certainly had a crush on this boy, it was obvious enough. However, she couldn't help but wonder if this Anwar boy noticed it too.
Probably not, naive little boy.
Author's Note: So this chapter was mostly about the after effects of when he did his little 'Peek-a-boo-I-love-you' thing. lol. I like what I called it just now. xD
So anyway. This was really what I did. I was excited - he had confessed - I ran over - talked to him............and he acted like nothing happened.
Anwar: What? I paniced, I had to do something.
Anything would have been better. I seriously did think my character had a dream. I was like, "D'Arvit! I'm getting delusional!"
Anwar: Sorry, okay? Jeeze...
You're turning into a regular teen by hanging around me, have you noticed?
Anwar: You're a bad influence...
I know. :D
Oh! And to my readers. I might take some time to get the ACTUAL confession out. I'm replaying the game so I can get his EXACT words because he's just that WORTH IT. xD So I started this morning. I just have to get the other two spirits and I'm all good. hahaha, well, it'll all be worth it. I might even make it by tomorrow. Yeah!
Kai, see you next time.
BAI~!
